War Dog

In thirty-eight my German Shepherd, loved to learn new tricks
He’d run and catch them in mid air whenever I threw sticks
No other German Shepherd dog could ever hope to beat
The way my Benji caught those sticks and dropped them at my feet

We call them German Shepherds now but war-time defamation
Meant that since the first great war his breed was called alsation
I couldn’t go to war, they told me, “Not with just one leg.”
But Benji ticked their boxes and it didn’t help to beg

So Benji was still young when I was forced to let him go
The army took him from me, “There’s a war on, don’t you know?”
I knew about war horses but that poor young pup of mine
Was so quick and so skilful he was sent to the front line

When the air raid sirens sounded and I fled my bed
I couldn't get my Benji boy out of my worried head
I knew he’d do his duty while he helped to fight the war
But how I craved the day that he might fetch me sticks once more

                                   ***

Benji looked up smartly when he heard a sudden thud
A hand grenade had landed right beside him in the mud
He grabbed it and ignoring all the bullets and the flak
His tail was wagging wildly as he quickly took it back

Whilst gone for only seconds no one knew how he returned
Though when his ‘stick’ exploded Benji’s tail was slightly burned
They say he sat - tail wagging - for an hour or more that day
Before he figured out the thrower didn’t want to play

                                   ***

By taking out that pill box, Benji saved a dozen men
In forty-four they brought my hero back to me again
Twas six more years we shared before I laid my boy to rest
And of my hundred years and some, those six they were the best

His ashes sleep within a walnut casket on my shelf
A casket that with younger hands I made for him myself
So he’ll be coming with me when I wave this world goodnight
And Benji, my new leg and I will race into the light
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Radice Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 3:10 AM
A Terry Flood narrative with poignancy flowing through it devoid of the usual humour - A different style that I'm not used to of yours Terry but I think you should write more. Cheers - Gary
Flood Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 10:47 AM
Thanks, Gary. Right now I’d be happy to write anything… I’m well into ‘block’ territory. Been dragging stuff out of the slush pile to work on. May post a few soon just to let people know I’m still about. Glad you enjoyed this. Terry
Fowler Avatar
January 17, 2023 at 8:29 AM
The rhythmic flow here is admirable Terry. You do know how to spin a yarn!:)
Flood Avatar
January 17, 2023 at 10:41 AM
Thanks, Linda. This one simply didn’t want to be a ‘jokey’ write, so I’m pleased you enjoyed it. Terry
Bauer Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 2:37 PM
no matter your intention, terry, this story turned out great just the way you've told it! very touching! of course, your rhyme and rhythm are impeccable, which makes for a wonderful read...
Flood Avatar
January 17, 2023 at 10:38 AM
Thanks, Ilene. I’m surprised this took so long to call ‘finished’. Every time I thought it was done, i would decide on another change. Spent ages trying to find a better name than Benji, but once I’d called him Benji all other names just seemed wrong. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Cunningham Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 2:17 AM
Love this one Terry, they sure are a man's best friend. Tom
Flood Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 10:53 AM
This started out with the intention of it being a gag. Alas, my funny bone seems to be broken so it took a different direction. Mind you, Anselmo has considered the notion that I might be over a hundred years old… and that’s hilarious! Terry
Boles Avatar
January 15, 2023 at 9:31 PM
Whether this is fictional or real, the jewel in this story is the expression of unbounded love between two noble spirits. Great job!...ab
Flood Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 11:00 AM
Thanks, Anselmo. The tale is fiction, I’m only 21 and some months (lots of them). We do have two German shepherds’ ashes in similar caskets. One will travel into the hereafter with my ‘wife’ and the other with me. Oh, I have two legs, one on each side. ;-) Glad you enjoyed
Kyser Avatar
January 15, 2023 at 8:39 PM
Well done, good storytelling
Flood Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 11:03 AM
Thanks, Jeff. My muse has done a bunk, so my offerings are meagre right now. Hopefully things will click into place sometime soon. Terry
Logan Avatar
January 15, 2023 at 5:44 PM
What a tearjerker you’ve written, Terry. Rhythmic rhyme is to be admired.
Flood Avatar
January 16, 2023 at 11:05 AM
Thanks, Jenna, as I mentioned to Tom, this began life as a humerous write… that went well. Terry
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